How many tears in our lifetime must we shed?
For is it not true -
we shed tears of sadness, as well as happiness?
I shed a tear of pain when I am hurting,
yet a tear of joy appears when I have found comfort.
A distraught memory appears-
from within the abyss of my mind,
as tears of confusion may appear in my eyes.
I am not settled within,
as I clearly continue with what I believe
to be the trials of my disillusions.
With the tears of my inner self
falling upon unknown ground,
with not an ear to listen, nor a shoulder to offer support.
Is it the tears of my heart that cuts like a knife?
That throws me into a world of uncertainty.
I am promised everlasting love
yet am heavily burdened with tears asking for this love -
not knowing when it will happen.
The sun shines through my window
and I thank the Lord for allowing me to rejoice this day,
overwhelmed by my tears.
Yet my tears have a deeper side
as I sense my tears are of sadness.
As I look out of my window
and experience this day alone.
I see children playing
and I experience tears of extreme happiness,
as memories of my childhood come flooding back.
As I turn away my tears take over.
How I long to be that child again
and have tears of youthful innocence.
I cry out for someone to hold me,
to protect me from all around.
I cry a tear not visible to man -
for they are the tears of my soul.
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